Isolation felt both golden and lonely.
Where company is desirable and, to some fear, yet you found a nameless kind of joy, a fine line between content and denial.
When hope just melts down on my tongue.
What a diamond shelled mind. In confinement, let alone suffer as I hold on something alive inside me until it falls asleep. Turned into dust of nothingness.
An isolation felt both golden and lonely.
The night is when humans adore own demons for a secure hideaway.
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Letters That Maybe On Rhyme
Poetry[Unedited] November 4, 2021 Just thoughts and everyday emotions.
